Nerd Novels & Stories

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

Nevaeh smiled radiantly at the elegant, handsome man before her. Her eyes shimmered with captivating charm. "Hello." Nick smiled warmly, giving her hand a brief shake before releasing it. After the polite exchange, Nick didn't speak further or ask for her name, prompting Nevaeh to introduce herself. "I'm Nevaeh Sorensen, CEO of Franco Tech." "I see." Nevaeh had done her homework before tonight. She knew Nick was an AI prodigy with a single-minded devotion to technology. Former university acquaintances summed him up in a handful of words: brilliant, reserved, attractive, kind, as well as distant.

“I think you got the wrong nerd.” His brow furrowed. I pressed on, sensing doubt creeping in. “No one fails my assignments. You must’ve given yours to the other nerd—the one that kinda looks like me.” “The other nerd?” His grip loosened slightly. I sucked in a quick breath. “Yeah. Robbie. He is Latino. Black curly hair. He never takes off his glasses. Biggest difference? He’s got a mole on his nose. Me?” I forced a grin. “Flawless.”

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“Oh, sorry, this is Amanda and Clara, and this is Kai.” “Hey,” I said, as they both stared at me, and I began to feel uncomfortable. “We’re meeting some other friends at Rumba tonight. You should join us, since you’re alone here,” Emory said. “Yeah, maybe,” I said, as I loaded more bottles into the trolley. “You won’t be sorry,” she said, and I laughed. “Yeah, okay. See you guys tonight,” I said, and walked to the check-out, where the cashier looked at me like I was insane as I unloaded the cart.

System 'Eye' Data Crashes. Preparing for Host 0000001 substitute system...40...99..100.. Successful Operation.... Ding! "Hello Host! I'm your substitute system from now on while my senior System 'Eye' take his time recovering his data. You can call me Nerio as my researcher called me that every time" an unfamiliar sound once again sounded inside Gabriel head as his relaxed brow as time passed by furrowed again. He feel like his face will wrinkle anytime soon for good because of frowning every time in just one day.

He murmurs and shakes his head. "If you want to be technical about it, a nerd is an unattractive, socially awkward, annoying, undesirable, and/or boring person." His hand tightens on my leg, "You're not boring, annoying or socially awkward. You are definitely not undesirable. And the fucking opposite of unattractive." I shrug, I don't think I'm ugly, but I'm not stunning.

“Annyeong,” Nathan introduces himself. “I’m Nathaniel Policarpio. Some people call me Nathan and others call me Nate. Personally, I’d prefer it if you call me Nate because Nathan reminds me of the time I spent in Camp Unplugged, the Internet addiction rehabilitation center that was on the news with, uh, Shadow and me.

Camellia I watch Nereo eating breakfast while talking excitedly about how many friends he’s made and how they’re so much better than his old friends. The mind of a child, I suppose. But then again, they were treating him better before it became known that he’s the Alpha’s son. The looks I get from everyone are something I wouldn’t wish on anyone else, though. Morbid curiosity doesn’t even cover it. When Nero said he broadcasted the news about me over the mind link, I had thought it was a bit too soon.